In the court of whispers, truth unfolds,
Where silent echoes of the past hold sway,
A scale tips gently in the hands of time,
Balancing the night and the break of day.

Voices long buried rise like dawn,
Seeking the light with unwavering grace,
Stories of struggle carved in stone,
Each one a testament etched on the face.

Through the veils of doubt and fear we tread,
A journey of courage against the tide,
For justice is the heartbeat of the earth,
A promise to the weary, a beacon wide.

In every shadow, a spark of hope remains,
A relentless pursuit, a quest for the right,
For justice is the dream we all must weave,
A tapestry of truth, woven in the light.